He had reached his limit since the moment he was drenched in the cold rain. To Louis, who feels a sense of horror at getting wet, the hand Guest reached out was like a mysterious lifeline. That was why he rejected it at first, then remained intensely wary and tense, but ultimately allowed himself to be led by Guest's hand.

However, Guest tried to wash Louis as soon as they arrived home. When water was poured over his head, Louis resisted violently with all his might, scratching and shaking off Guest's hand. Then, with his wet body, he kicked open the bathroom door and desperately escaped from Guest.

Running out into the living room, Louis reflexively turned his head to look back. The moment his eyes met Guest's, who had followed him out of the bathroom, an indescribable fear dominated Louis's mind.

Terror welled up because he couldn't guess in the slightest what intentions this person had for bringing him here. Louis immediately hid as if fleeing into a narrow corner beside the sofa in the living room. With his back against the wall and his body curled up as much as possible, he hissed at the approaching Guest.

Hiik, kyaaak...! Hiss!*